I'm 78 and had I known I was going to live this long, I would have bypassed a lot, or some, of the things I used to do.
Butchered three times on account of cancer and face down of the back surgeon's table for over eight hours really ain't what I call fun but, hey, I'm still alive and able to wander around the Beartooths by myself and catch a stray fish up there once in a while so I ain't complaining. Actually guilty of doing a little bragging!
